Where Does Hope Come From

I often wonder why I hope.  Why I keep believing that happiness and joy and peace are possible.  I've lived a pretty rough life.  I have "paid my dues."  It hasn't been easy to do so.  Yet, something within me always springs up and......HOPES!  Courageously.  Furiously.  Continuously.  Amazingly.  And I don't know why.
I am no spiritual giant by any standard.  I have a simple trust in a God so big and so amazing that I have no expectation of ever fully understanding Him.  I am ok with that.  I am ok with simply getting to bask in His presence.  Of trusting that though I don't get it...He does.
I hope not because I am an giant, but because I realize my smallness.  I hope because I am very aware that I am not in charge.  I hope because my hopes have been realized.  I have found goodness.  Kindness.  Gentleness.  Peace.  I hope because though life has been hard, it has never been insurmountable.  Because I am carried.  Joyously so.
The hope comes from God Himself.  He infuses my soul with Himself.  With peace.  With joy.  With hope.  And even when the world totally sucks, I absolutely KNOW that there is a tomorrow.  And that He says that I'm worth it.
I'm having a really rough day.  So today, I am very thankful for hope.
grace to you.